Twilight's Lariat - with fianaturie8

The onion starts to peel my psychoanalysis
my eros pleasures skinning the candle stick
listening to the tallow's shadow dripping
my perversions, whispering "lickety-split"
rising to the level of psychosis catnip
connecting the dots on the Rorschach
craving the scent of your leather corset  
in our no man's land of the uninhibited  
desired to be touched but denied
granted a brief respite as warm breath
grazed my skin fleshing out the demons
on the Pampus with a bottle of tequila  
riding cowgirl in Twilight's lariat